Author's Note: I don't own anything

Summary: An old woman visits Edward.

Edward was alone in his house on top of the hill. It was winter time again and he went to go work on his ice sculptures. It was a tradition that every year he would work on them until Christmas.

As he raised his scissorhands to a piece of ice, he noticed out of the corner of his eye the ice sculpture of Kim. "Kim," he whispered softly.

He walked over to the ice figure and gently stroked the cheek with the back of his scissorhands. "I miss you," he thought.

He went back to his ice. He began to carve. "Hello?" came a voice.

Edward froze and ran to hide. "Hello?" called the voice again.

Edward didn't know what to do, so he stood there and waited. Soon, an old woman appeared in the door way and walked towards Edward. "Edward?" she asked.

Edward was scared and didn't say a thing to this old woman. Who was she? What did she want? The woman stopped to look at the ice figures. "Oh Edward, how beautiful!" she exclaimed.

She walked over to the statue of Kim and she began to touch it. "Do I know you?" Edward asked.

The old woman turned in front of the statue of Kim. She looked so familiar to him but he couldn't place her. He looked at the statue and then back at the old woman. It was Kim! "Kim!" exclaimed Edward.

"Yes Edward, it's me."

"You can't be Kim, you're old."

"Edward, it's really me."

Edward refused to believe it. "Please Edward, it really is me."

"How can I believe you?"

Kim sighed as she lifted her arms. She began to dance like she did when Edward was sculpting the ice figure. Of course because she was older, she didn't move as well as she used to. Edward followed her around the room and then began to carve again. She danced underneath the snow. Kim's hair was so white that it matched the snow. "What happened to you Kim?" asked Edward.

"I grew up. I'm all grown up."

Edward smiled at his old friend. "I got married, and had a few kids. And now I'm a grandmother."

Edward felt sadness creep into him. He wouldn't experience life like Kim would or could. He would always be the man with scissorhands. "Is your husband here?" asked Edward.

Kim looked sad. "No Edward, he's gone."

"Will he come back?"

"No."

Edward stopped carving and walked over to Kim. She was crying. "I wish I could wipe your tears away," whispered Edward as he came closer.

"I have a better idea."

Kim hugged Edward and situated herself so that Edward would hold her. "Never let me go," she whispered over and over again as she cried.

Edward felt sadness for Kim, but no tears would fall. They stayed in the same position for a very long time. "Did you miss me?" Edward asked.

"I thought about you every day."

"Why didn't you come back for me?"

Kim felt guilty and she didn't answer. "I have to go Edward."

"Please don't go," he begged.

Kim whispered, "This was a mistake."

"Kim, please don't leave me."

Kim turned to face Edward. "I will always be with you," she whispered as she kissed him on the cheek one last time.

She walked out of the door and Edward cried for the first time. Genuine tears fell.

Later that night….

"Grandma! Grandma! Did you see him?" Kim's granddaughter asked.

Kim sat in her rocking chair. "I did."

"Was he happy to see you?" Kim's daughter asked.

Kim didn't answer as she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

"Grandma?"

"Mom?"

That night, Kim died peacefully in her sleep.